Shooting out the smoky alleys of Venice, Californian, my•escy is out with a blistering new single, "Fallen Fruit" The song sounds like getting sucker-punched by the devil at a family reunion. It's a surreal spiral and crash into auditory chaos, half night terror, half underground punk revival that gives my•escy a razor-sharp persona that identifies it as one of hip-hop's most daring avant-garde voices in 2021.
"Fallen Fruit" doesn't stick around to let you get comfortable. It kicks the door in from the jump with an onslaught of gritty, distorted synths and percussive tension that grabs you by the collar. The track is a raw metaphor for youth violence, its manic energy, its confusion, its haunting aftermath. my•escy's snarling, howling delivery creates a layered vocal assault resembling a deranged hillbilly choir, part horror-film exorcism, part Southern Gothic sermon.
There is a purpose beneath the madness. There is storytelling here, whittled and dripping with symbolism. With heavy borrowing from film and folklore, my•escy fine-tunes "Fallen Fruit" as a scene lifted from a twisted celluloid world, a place where at least no one gets out clean. Are you forced to confront the uncomfortable truths of being the villain, the victor, or merely one more casualty amid the chaos?
The production doesn't ease off, either. Sludge-heavy beats, menacing synths, and perpetual tempo changes create a soundscape that sounds like an industrial hell. It's hip-hop taken to its own furthest extremes, into a realm where experiment becomes confrontation, and art is a loaded weapon.